Friday, September 23, 2005

Poetry Comments

Rating: 3.7

Words, words that we feel,
they are omnipresent,
round and gripable
like a football perhaps
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Seán O Muiríosa
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Amberlee Carter 06 October 2005

' the word beat themselves against the insides of my skull- like frantic birds, caught inside a bell' you are a lovely composer of words my friend. Always, Amberlee

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Ivy Christou 30 September 2005

Well said Seán! And so all of us poets can stand proud reading this! Great write! HBH

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Mary Nagy 23 September 2005

What a great poem for poets everywhere to appreciate! Great job Sean. Sincerely, Mary

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